Chapter 239: The Secret of His Royal Highness

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So that later, this Xishan, there are often scholars coming and going.

Fang Jifan aimed at the business opportunity and set up a tea shop next to the school, which sold tea and wine. The scholars’ money was not earned for nothing, and in view of the tradition that scholars always have some elegant hobbies, Fang Jifan even wanted to open a tea shop. A brothel, let them come here to sell money after debating and attending lectures.

But this idea is only fleeting, because Fang Jifan is a moral person, his three views cannot tolerate such filthy things, just thinking about it makes him tremble all over.

Flags and streamers were hung in front of Xishan Restaurant, and they fluttered in the breeze, which was very eye-catching.

What is even more satisfying is that the business of this restaurant is not bad.

Although Wang Shouren came here in a sedan chair in a hurry after dinner, if the scholars from the four villages and eight miles came to listen, they were willing to come early, and when they had nothing to do, they would drink tea and drink in teahouses and ask each other for advice.

Whether you like or dislike Wang Shouren, you are here because you are really willing to learn, or you are here to make a fuss, and you want to hear how ridiculous the rumored deviant words are, but at least, scholars are still civilized, and there are no disputes. Solve it with your mouth.

When school was over, a group of schoolchildren carrying coarse schoolbags poured into the restaurant.

As the first store in Xishan, Xishan Restaurant undertakes many functions. For example, it sells candied haws and dried sweet potatoes made from sweet potatoes. Not only that, but also specially prepared dried fruits for scholars to serve with tea and wine.

A group of half-grown children clustered under the high cabinet of the restaurant, with only half of their foreheads protruding from the cabinet.

The older child was in front, while the younger child looked anxiously behind.

The shopkeeper of the restaurant is called Zhu Gui. He used to be a miner. Later, due to a work-related injury, he became lame and was assigned this leisurely job. He knows a few words, and he is proficient in arithmetic. Now he can use the abacus proficiently.

He had to lie on his stomach and lean forward to see the faces of the children behind the high cabinet.

Xu Jie was the tallest, and he had already collected copper coins. He raised his hands up very hard, and patted the three Wen coins on the counter imposingly, and said proudly: "One hundred dried potatoes!"

"..." Zhu Gui narrowed his eyes and shook his head slightly at Xu Jie: "Sanwen, why don't you grab it and go for a walk."

Xu Jie began to show his teeth, and stared at Zhu Gui dissatisfied, as if he was really the king of the mountain.

Zhang Xiaohu on the side also burst out his little tiger teeth, looking fierce.

The crowd of schoolchildren puffed out their chests, all glaring.

Zhu Gui couldn't help shaking his head and smiling wryly when he saw the imposing schoolchildren in front of the counter.

"Yesterday I took five Wen, today I only give three Wen, hey, I have to talk to my benefactor." Seeing more and more scholars entering the restaurant, he continued to shake his head.

"Okay, okay, let's not take it as an example."

Then he said to the guy behind him.

"Fifth, go and weigh two catties of dried potatoes..."

A group of schoolchildren got dried potatoes, Xu Jie put them in his schoolbag, and led a group of children to cheer happily.

A small schoolboy walked in a hurry, tripped over the threshold, and burst into tears with a whimper.

Then the locust-like schoolboy came back in a hurry, picked him up and left.

The world... is clean.

There are more and more scholars, there are more than 30 people, all discussing yesterday's debate and what Wang Shouren said. Those who like Wang Shouren call Wang Shouren Master Wang, and those who don't like him call him "he".

After waiting for more than half an hour, someone said: "Master Wang has arrived."

As a result, scholars flocked to the counter to pay their bills, and the sound of the school's clapper sounded, and the schoolchildren went to school one after another. In Minglun Hall, the schoolchildren sat kneeling at the front, and a group of scholars sat in the corner.

Wang Shouren seemed a little tired. He was in the National History Museum of the Imperial Academy, and as a scholar, he did not dare to participate in the compilation of the memorabilia. The main work was just sorting out the notes on daily life.

He had just taken his seat when Fang Jifan appeared in the corner inadvertently.

As soon as Wang Shouren saw Fang Jifan, he quickly pulled himself together, stood up, and bowed to Fang Jifan: "Student...greetings to my teacher."

When all the scholars heard the word "Mentor", their faces turned green with fright. When they came in just now, they never thought that this young man was Fang Jifan, and they thought he was an ordinary scholar. People who were close to Fang Jifan inevitably moved away. All kinds of rumors in the market made them curious about Fang Jifan, but also a little bit afraid.

However, there were also a few scholars who actually bowed to Fang Jifan from a distance and said respectfully: "Greetings, Master..."

Fang Jifan didn't agree. These guys... were expected to be fans of Wang Shouren, and began to enthusiastically accept Wang Shouren's teachings, and consciously belonged to Wang Shouren's disciples. If so, then...Fang Jifan naturally became their teacher.

This seems reasonable.

Wang Shouren sat down again, and before he sat down, a scholar sneered and said: "The sage respects propriety, so Master Zhu said, preserving the principles of heaven and destroying human desires, this is called propriety. The difference between man and beast lies in propriety." , so to eliminate human desires can achieve self-denial, and self-denial can restore ritual, but Mr. Wang advocates human feelings, isn't it contrary to the words of the sages?"

This kind of messing around happens every day.

Wang Shouren has long been used to it.

He slightly raised his eyes to look at the troubled scholar

, the whole person did not have too many emotions, but was expressionless, and only wrote lightly.

"Saints rely on human feelings to make rituals. Rituals do not come from the sky, nor do they come from the earth, they are just human emotions. If there is no human emotion, how can the ritual come from? The three emperors and five emperors did not know that they had the desire to destroy human desires. Could it be that they are also animals? "

"Nonsense, the time of the Three Emperors and Five Emperors..."

It started again.

What Fang Jifan admired the most were these scholars. In a debate, he could talk about Confucius to the Three Emperors and Five Emperors, and the Three Emperors and Five Emperors to Penglai Xiandao. It seemed that he could talk about it for a lifetime.

The subsequent debates became more and more intense. Wang Shouren played it lightly and always managed to win by surprise.

It's just that these lines of defense have begun to become more and more like sharp swords, showing their sharpness. Fang Jifan felt ashamed when he heard it, and he couldn't help muttering to himself in a low voice: "One day, if Fang Jifan's head is chopped off by the emperor, ten times more Eighty-nine, just for you, Wang Shouren."

Behind him, someone patted Fang Jifan on the shoulder, and before he could turn his head to look at anyone, a familiar voice rang in his ear.

"Fang Jifan, if I am the emperor, I will never cut off your head, we are brothers..."

Fang Jifan looked back in astonishment, but saw Zhu Houzhao, wearing a nondescript Lun scarf and a Confucian shirt, behind him, and he didn't know when he came in.

Fang Jifan hurried out of Minglun Hall, Zhu Houzhao chased him out.

Seeing no one around, Fang Jifan frowned and said, "Why did Your Highness leave the palace at night, something will happen."

Zhu Houzhao was grinning.

"I dug it out, and someone got a pro-military badge. The guards at the city gate didn't dare to stop me. I have something to tell you in the palace. Let me tell you a bad news first. There is news in the palace. Your father, Got away."

"What?" Fang Jifan stared wide-eyed, deserting soldiers... just like his grandfather in the rumors in the world, he slipped back to the capital from the civil fortress, although his father was there to save people, or maybe he was rescued, but it doesn't matter , At that time, the civil fort collapsed across the board, and if you were not a deserter, you could only be a prisoner, so it was not a shame.

But in Guizhou, if they got cold feet, things would be tricky.

"How is this possible? My father is not such a person." Fang Jifan bared his teeth and looked angry.

"What are you doing to lie to you? There are still fakes coming out of the palace, and there is still a playbook at the Ministry of War."

Zhu Houzhao looked very excited, and then he said seriously to Fang Jifan: "But after reading the latest military intelligence report, I found something new. Come, I brought all the maps of the palace."

As he spoke, he dragged Fang Jifan to a remote classroom where there was no one there. Liu Jin caught up and lit the lamp for the two of them.

Zhu Houzhao unfolded the map on the desk with great interest.

"A few days ago, the rebels captured a county, and the Ming army suffered heavy losses. However, have you noticed that the governor Wang Shi did not send out a mountain battalion to fight in the mansion newspaper. This is strange, such a big thing happened , should send elites to regain the lost ground, but it was Zuo Chuanwei who was sent, and this Zuo Chuanwei has made no progress."

"But after that, the rebels raided Anshun, and the governor personally led the troops to rush to help..." Zhu Houzhao seemed very excited, pointing to every position on the map with his fingers. Obviously, before this, he had already seen this map. I just watched it so many times.

There was light in his eyes, and under the reflection of the candlelight, he was particularly eye-catching.

Fang Jifan also frowned, analyzing the map.

"However, the mountain camp... still didn't go out to fight. The mountain camp is best at fighting the rebels, but why didn't they send a mountain camp to rescue Anshun, such an important city? There is only one possibility, the mountain camp needs Take a rest, or, Wang Shi and your father are at odds."

"Of course, it doesn't matter."

Speaking of this, Fang Jifan's heart was shocked, he suddenly remembered why his father 'ran away'.

Could it be because of his own letter.

Thinking about it this way, he breathed a sigh of relief and fled the battle. This is a serious crime. No matter how discordant with the governor, this is not allowed. If this leads to the defeat of the entire Ming army in Guizhou, how many frontlines will be killed? officers and soldiers.

Fang Jifan came to his senses, staring at Zhu Houzhao: "Your Highness, what's next?"

"However, old Fang, have you ever thought about one thing, why are there more and more thieves suppressed? The court has repeatedly increased its troops and won many battles, but in the end, the rage of thieves has grown stronger. What is the reason?"

Sure enough... the crown prince discovered the crucial problem.

Fang Jifan felt a little admiration for the rumored 'Ming Wuzong': "Milu!"

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